Through fog and frozen grounds The flames of passing time Has burned the ruins down A place of many places The waking hour is here Unquiet he calls When his soul is left behind Moving cold - until the anger is drained Walk the path – until the birds are silent Fuel the match – until the fire is gone Forever roam – in a frozen world Dead waters hit the shore Ripples in the sand Echoes from a grim past Our destiny to come Worship the wasted years A grainy image Birds in the shape of the raging sea